Sangtekst: They Might Be Giants. Stalk Of Wheat.

I went for a walk on a stalk, on a stalk of wheat
And it felt like a trillion feet
I was looking for a friend at the end, at the end of the line
And it took me 'til the end of time

I was all out of luck like a duck, like a duck that died
I was all out of juice like a moose, like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke

And I was out of ideas, like I is, like I is
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas, of ideas

I once had a dream of a gleam, of a gleam in my eye
And I'll have it 'til the day I die
I had a thought bubble of trouble, of trouble and strife
And I'll have it for the rest of my life

I was all out of luck like a duck, like a duck that died
I was all out of juice like a moose, like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke

And I was out of ideas like I is, like I is
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas, of ideas
Of ideas, of ideas